More sunsets, most of the flight of a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth.
When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall. What one says is over.
No, it is never over for a woman.
A woman always gets up, even when he does not believe, even if you do not want.
I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by anti-personnel mine that makes the death or illness.
I'm talking about you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, which is a test every morning, worse at school.
you, implacable judge of yourself, who you look like your boss decide if you are at or if you have to condemn.
So every day, and this novitiate never ends. It's you that you do it last.
Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man, a story that you're terrified that you remove the air, which because you do not flirt with anyone from entering the terror that someone in your life.
Worse, if we remain caught in the middle you, then you suffer like a dog. Are you tired
: there is always someone with whom you have to justify that you want to change, or that you have to change for you tenertelo close.
So you're cultivating the loneliness inside.
Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other: "I'm fine. I'm okay, I'm better this way."
And the sky falls by another palm.
Or that boy you're going to live, have you lived at Christmas and Easter. In this man we've thrown in the soul and is a long time ago, and I've thrown so much blood, that one day you begin to look for you in the mirror because you do not know who you become.
Whatever the case, now you're here and I know there was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement.
Wherever I was, we were close: In your story, your work, in your solitude.
And it was a crisis, and you cried.
what God cry! Do you have a water source in the stomach.
You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle.
So, suddenly. You could not hold him.
And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air dark you wipe your cheeks?
And then you've dug, you said, As you speak, girls!
Tears and words. To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain.
"Why I do this? How is it that I always repeat the same pattern? Am I mad?"
If they are asked for all.
Then go down with the bulldozer in your story, two-, four-hands, and jump out thousands of pieces. An intricate puzzle. Here, this is where it starts. Did not you know?
E 'by the great liver that you want us to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again.
Why does a woman again, however, has an instinct inside that will drag on and on.
You will need a strategy, you'll have a new form for your new you.
Why you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself. You can no longer be what it was before. Before the bulldozer.
not you excited? You will attract interest slowly.
Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time, is like a diesel part plan, we must insist. But when
go, go in the race.
E 'adventure, rebuild themselves. The largest.
No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains or the haircut.
I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new" skirt with a flower or a cool blonde curls. Why must all
understand and see, "Beware: the site is open, we are working for you.
But most of all for ourselves." More
of sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the greatest wonder.
To the person who meets and for herself.
and spring to November.
When you least expect it ...
(text by Jack Crowd)
Dandy T. 
